At the park

Charlie Stuip

first the soar, extending like a spear. then the swallow. two birds devour each other. up and down the slide, tongues angry and blind. she beaks the gagging > throat of her lover, probing for the moment of truth. tum-mies clasped in a siamese- finger- trap. i’ve come undone. tender back-bends across the monkey - bars. the raw power of unsustained love !!! sea gulls hissing with the rush. growing limbs and long breathless faces, necks becoming bridges for the spit traded, the bile traded. “we’ll meet again. (?) we’ll meet every day until we get it right.” i watch until i’m spotted. and thereafter, the park sits empty --- blue --- humid --- wistful.